Finally, I finished my latest painting, “A New Day.”
As I mentioned in a recent post (VIEW FROM MY WHEELCHAIR: RENEWAL), my disease robs me of energy. Still, I make plans, and even if I am waylaid, I am content in every situation. However, my life is not only a mirror of what I say and do. It is also a reflection of the light in my soul.
So, I continue to wage a war against my disease – not in anger but in determination. I know that my moments are strung together. It is as if time were paint, and I hold the brush by which I make bold strokes on the canvas of my life.
Each response applies a color. Beauty and depth are created with blues, yellows, and reds. Carefully, I work to avoid muddy colors that can dull or darken my life. Reactions such as anger and hate destroy the picture and leave my dreams unrealized.
Today was a good day. Tomorrow will be, too.